It’s the time of year that Mrs Claus hands out gifts to all the elves and reindeer who’ve been nice, and lumps of coal to those who’ve been naughty. This year, as usual, Rudolph has
been both.

For a very long time, Rudolph’s special job at the North Pole has been to keep Mrs Claus satisfied and happy while Santa is away on business. Rudolph works very hard to please Mrs Claus, and he does
a very good job, indeed, but the things he does - sticking his tongue inside Mrs Claus panties, for example - are also very naughty.

If Santa found out that Rudolph and Mrs Claus were playing reindeer games behind his back, he’d be very very angry, so Mrs Claus has both a gift AND a punishment for her favorite helper this
year.

First, Mrs Claus gives Rudolph a pretty, sparkly buttplug - so his backside will be as shiny as his nose - and then she gives him his punishment…lots of spanks with lots of very painful things…like
paddles, and rug beaters and even a wooden hairbrush - on his bare reindeer bottom, until it glows as shiny as his nose…and his buttplug.

He's nearly grown, but is driving his mom crazy, so she's left him with me for the weekend while she goes away to relax.
I won't tolerate the kind of behavior he's been getting away with at home (naughty magazines and 45 minute showers...tsk tsk...dirty boy!), and quickly pull him across my knee for a very shocking
wooden hairbrush thrashing and hand spanking that makes him kick, squirm, and promise to be a Good Boy. His little butt is good and red before I give him the chance to squirm off my lap...such a
handsome boy.

What the hell is going on around here? How is there *so* much water on the bathroom floor? I almost slipped and broke my neck…

I call Bobby in…he’s wrapped in a towel - but completely dry - and cannot explain quickly and to my satisfaction how he’s managed to make such a mess.

I yank off his towel and pull him over my knee for a hard hand spanking and scolding. He continues to make weird, weak excuses for the water everywhere, even when I pointedly ask him
what the hell he’s been doing in there.

I think he’s up to something, and stand him with his nose against the wall even after an extended hand spanking…and he continues to talk back, only causing me to walk over and spank him
there where he stands. This won’t be the last time Bobby gets spanked for something so ridiculously simple; I’m certain of that.

What the hell is going on around here? How is there *so* much water on the bathroom floor? I almost slipped and broke my neck…

I call Bobby in…he’s wrapped in a towel - but completely dry - and cannot explain quickly and to my satisfaction how he’s managed to make such a mess.

I yank off his towel and pull him over my knee for a hard hand spanking and scolding. He continues to make weird, weak excuses for the water everywhere, even when I pointedly ask him
what the hell he’s been doing in there.

I think he’s up to something, and stand him with his nose against the wall even after an extended hand spanking…and he continues to talk back, only causing me to walk over and spank him
there where he stands. This won’t be the last time Bobby gets spanked for something so ridiculously simple; I’m certain of that.

What the hell is going on around here? How is there *so* much water on the bathroom floor? I almost slipped and broke my neck…

I call Bobby in…he’s wrapped in a towel - but completely dry - and cannot explain quickly and to my satisfaction how he’s managed to make such a mess.

I yank off his towel and pull him over my knee for a hard hand spanking and scolding. He continues to make weird, weak excuses for the water everywhere, even when I pointedly ask him
what the hell he’s been doing in there.

I think he’s up to something, and stand him with his nose against the wall even after an extended hand spanking…and he continues to talk back, only causing me to walk over and spank him
there where he stands. This won’t be the last time Bobby gets spanked for something so ridiculously simple; I’m certain of that.

It's two in the morning, and his snoring has kept me awake all night. When I can't take anymore, I roll him over and pounce on him, straddling his back and pinning him to the bed, spanking him
relentlessly with my hands.

Then he gets himself into even more trouble, suggesting that I am too heavy - so I bounce my weight up and down on his back and spank him even harder.

When I've finally tired myself out, a long close-up bottom rub is his reward. Then I roll him over and spoon him, telling him to sleep quietly, if he knows what's good for him.

What is he doing with my panties?! Wait, some of these aren't even mine..they're too big for me..
Has he been wearing panties?
Watch me catch him playing with panties, force him to put them on, and then spank his bottom good and hard.